Fuck.
It isn’t long before I’m reeling on the edge, and fuck, I’m ready to let myself go. There’s no need to hang on, to drag the moment out any longer and torture myself.
My breath comes out in sharp bursts, the sound mixing with the water of the shower pounding over my back.
Heat overwhelms my senses as my cock pulsates in my hand, and with one hand, I reach for the shower wall, holding myself upright, while I imagine it’s her mouth bringing me right over the edge, swallowing every drop that I have to offer.
My body tenses and trembles as heat coils low in my stomach. The thought of Nova touching herself only spurs me on, making the ache more intense. I bite down on my lower lip, forcing myself to stay quiet, not wanting anyone to hear my desperate need.
The blast of the shower turns cold as I finish, forcing me to shut off the spray as I’m panting hard, trying to catch my breath.
It’s barely enough to satisfy the need Nova stirs inside of me, but it’ll have to do for tonight.
In the early hours of the morning, I stir and sit up in bed when my bedroom door opens.
I glance at the clock. It’s a few minutes after seven this morning, and the sun will be up soon. This time of year, it doesn’t rise until nearly 7:45. I recognize that silhouette anywhere.
Nova.
“Can I climb into bed with you?” Her voice is tentative, and I pull back the covers, feeling a cold gust of air.
Nova climbs into my bed, and my arms instantly wrap around her as I shut my eyes, but I don’t think I’ll be able to fall back asleep.
I have less than twenty minutes until my alarm wakes me. I don’t have hockey practice this morning, since we played last night, which afforded me a little extra sleep.
She curls her arms around me; they’re chilly, and her body sends a shiver down my spine.
“You’re freezing.” I pull her closer, my legs tangling with hers in an attempt to warm her beneath the heat of the covers.
“It’s these pajamas,” she says with a smirk, laying her head on my pillow, sharing it as she rests her forehead against mine. “Are we okay?”
A faint smile tugs at my lips. My hands tug at her waist, holding her as tight as possible if that’s any indication of my feelings for her. “I’m good.” I inhale her intoxicating scent and close my eyes.
“Wake up, sleepyhead.” She runs her fingers through my hair, playing with the strands.
Yawning, I smile, loving when she touches me, caresses me so casually that it feels natural and comforting. “I’m awake.”
“Hardly.” I can hear the smile in her voice.
I lazily open my eyes, staring at her wide, doe-like baby blues.
“Are we okay?” she asks me again.
“How are you feeling about Luca finding out about us?” I ask her, sensing her concern. The fact she’s asked me twice now if we’re okay makes me concerned that we might actually not be.
She emits a heavy sigh, staring off into the distance. “Stressed. He’s my brother, I love him, but sometimes I want to strangle him. You know?”
Smiling and laughing softly, I nod. “Oh, I know.” I lean closer, pressing my lips to her forehead, offering a reassuring kiss to her skin.
She curls farther into me, if that’s at all possible, wrapping her arms around my waist. “I don’t want him coming between us, but I also don’t want to come between you two. You’re best friends. Teammates.” The worry lines etch on her face, and I feel the concern like a boulder in the pit of my stomach.
“I think we both need to find the time to talk to him.”
“Separately, or together?” Nova asks.
“You know him better than I do.” He might be my best friend, but they grew up together.
“Are you riding with him to Mom and Dad’s this weekend for Dante?” Nova asks.
